and "How would you bloody know?"
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see

G

Am

C

G

Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me

G

Am

C

G

But when we got back labelled parts one to three

G

Am

C

G

There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

C

Am

For a pair of brown eyes

C

D

G

For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me,
All I could do was hate him.
While Ray and Philomena sang,
Of my elusive dream.
I saw the streams and the rolling hills,
Where his brown eyes were waiting.
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes,
That waited once for me,
That waited once for me.
So drunk as hell I left the place,
Sometimes walking, sometimes crawling.
A hungry sound came through the breeze,
So I gave the walls a talking.
And I heard the sounds of long ago,
From the old canal.
And the birds were whistling in the trees,
Where the wind was gently laughing.
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go,
A rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go,
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go,
For a pair of brown eyes,
For a pair of brown eyes.

A Rainy Night In Soho

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F1 130213

F2 130231

C

F1

G

I've been loving you a long time

C

F1

G

Down all the years, down all the days

C

F

G

And I've cried for all your troubles

C

F2

G

Smiled at your funny little ways

C

F1

G

We watched our friends grow up together

C

F1

G

And we saw them as they fell

C

F

G

Some of them fell into Heaven

C

F1

G

Some of them fell into Hell
I took a shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sand you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

C

F

G

C

F

G

C

F2

G

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

C

F

G

C

F

G

C

F2

G

C

F2

G

C

F

G

Aisling

Am

C

See the bright new moon is rising,

F

C

G

Above the land of black and green

C

Hear the rebels voices calling,

F

C

G

C

I will not die 'till you bury me

C

F

C

The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,

F

C

G

Why has he forsaken me

C

F

C

Faded pictures in the hallway,

F

C

G

C

Which one of them brown ghosts is he

C

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,

F

C

G

Curse the spade and curse the plough

C

F

C

I've counted years and weeks and days,

F

C

G

C

And I wish to God I was with you now

C

F

Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,

C

G

Fare thee well me own Aisling

C

F

C

F

At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,

C

F

G

C

Far across the grey north sea

F

G

And the wind it blows from the North and South,

F

G

To the East And to the West

F

G

I will be like the wind my love,

F

Am

C

F

G

C

For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee

Am

1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,

F

G

Am

Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning,

F

G

Am

Give us a drop of your sweet poitin

Am

The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,

F

G

Am

The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling,

F

G

Am

When I saw you first my own Aisling

C

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,

F

C

G

Curse the spade and curse the plough

C

F

C

I've counted years and weeks and days,

F

C

G

C

And I wish to God I was with you now

C

F

Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,

C

G

Fare thee well me own Aisling

C

F

C

F

At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,

C

F

G

C

Far across the grey north sea

The Band Played Walzing Matilda

A

A

A

D

A

When I was a young man, I carried my pack.

E

A

And I lived the free life, of a rover.

E

From the Murray's green basin,

D

A

To the dusty outback,

E

A

I waltzed my matilda all over.

E

D

A

Then in 1915, my country said "son"

E

"It's time to stop rambling,"

D

A

"Cos there's work to be done."

D

So they gave me a tin hat,

A

And they gave me a gun,

E

A

And they sent me away to the war.

D

A

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,

D

E

As we sailed away from the quay.

D

And amidst all the tears,

A

And the shouts and the cheers,

E

A

We sailed off for Galipoli

D

A

How well I remember that terrible day,

E

A

when the blood stained the sand and the water.

E

And how in that hell

D

A

that they called Souvla Bay

E

A

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

E

D

A

Johnny Turk, he was ready, He'd primed himself well.

E

He showered us with bullets,

D

A

And he rained us with shells.

D

And in five minutes flat,

A

he'd blown us all to hell.

E

A

Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

D

A

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,

E

As we stopped to bury our slain.

D

And we buried ours

A

and the Turks buried theirs,

E

A

And it started all over again.

D

A

Now those who were living, Did their best to survive,

E

A

In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.

E

And for seven long weeks,

D

A

I kept myself alive,

E

A

As the corpses around me piled higher.

E

D

A

Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.

E

And when I awoke

D

A

in my hospital bed,

D

And saw what it had done,

A

Christ I wished I was dead.

E

A

Never knew there were worse things than dying.

D

A

And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,

E

To the green bushes so far and near.

D

For to hang tent and pegs

A

A man needs two legs.

E

A

No more Waltzing Matilda for me.

D

A

So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,

E

A

And they shipped us back home to Australia.

E

The legless, the armless,

D

A

the blind and insane.

E

A

Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla

E

D

A

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay

E

I looked at the place

D

A

where my legs used to be.

D

And thank Christ, there was nobody

A

waiting for me,

E

A

To grieve and to mourn and to pity.

D

A

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,

E

As they carried us down the gangway.

D

But nobody cheered,

A

They just stood and stared,

E

A

And they turned their faces away.

D

A

And now every April, I sit on my porch,

E

A

And I watch the parades pass before me.

E

I see my old comrades,

D

A

How proudly they march.

E

A

Reliving the dreams of past glory.

E

D

A

I see the old men, all twisted and torn.

E

The forgotten heroes

D

A

of a forgotten war.

D

And the young people ask me,

A

What are they marching for?

E

A

And I ask my self the same question.

D

A

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,

E

And the old men still answer the call.

D

But year after year,

A

Their numbers get fewer,

E

A

Someday no-one will march there at all.

A

D

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

A

E

Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?

A

A

E

A

Dirty Old Town

D

G

D

Em

Bm

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G

I met my love, by the gas works wall

C

G

Dreamed a dream, by the old canal
I kissed my girl, by the factory wall

D

Em

Dirty old town, dirty old town

G

Clouds are drifting across the moon

C

G

Cats are prowling on their beats
Springs a girl on the streets at night

D

Em

dirty old town, dirty old town

C

C

C

C

F

F

C

C

C

C

C

C

G

G

Am

G

Heard a siren from the dock

C

G

saw a train cut the night on fire
smelled the breeze on the smokey wind

D

Em

dirty old town, dirty old town

G

I'm going to make me a big sharp ax

C

G

Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree

D

Em

dirty old town, dirty old town

G

I met my love, by the gas works wall

C

G

Dreamed a dream, by the old canal
I kissed my girl, by the factory wall

D

Em

Dirty old town, dirty old town

D

Em

Dirty old town, dirty old town

Fairytale Of New York

C

F

It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank

C

G

An old man said to me, won't see another one

C

F

And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew

C

G

C

I turned my face away And dreamed about you

C

F

Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one

C

G

I've got a feeling This year's for me and you

C

F

So happy Christmas, I love you baby

C

G

C

I can see a better time When all our dreams come true

C

They've got cars

G

Big as bars

Am

F

They've got rivers of gold

C

But the wind goes right through you

G

It's no place for the old

C

Am

When you first took my hand

C

F

On a cold Christmas Eve

C

You promised me

G

C

Broadway was waiting for me

C

You were handsome
You were pretty

G

Queen of New York City

C

F

When the band finished playing

G

C

They howled out for more

C

Sinatra was swinging

G

All the drunks they were singing

C

F

We kissed on the corner

G

C

Then danced through the night

F

G

The boys of the NYPD choir

C

Am

Were singing 'Galway Bay'

C

F

And the bells were ringing

G

C

Out for Christmas day

C

F

C

G

C

F

C

G

C

C

You're a bum

G

You're a punk

Am

F

You're an old slut on junk

C

Living there almost dead

G

on a drip In that bed

C

You scum bag
You maggot

G

You cheap lousy faggot

C

F

Happy Christmas your arse

G

I pray God

C

It's our last

F

G

The boys of the NYPD choir

C

Am

Still singing 'Galway Bay'

C

F

And the bells are ringing

G

C

Out for Christmas Day

C

F

I could have been someone Well, So could anyone

C

G

You took my dreams From me when I first found you

C

F

I kept them with me babe I put them with my own

C

G

C

Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you

F

G

The boys of the NYPD choir

C

Am

Still Singing 'Galway Bay'

C

F

And the bells are ringing

G

C

Out for Christmas Day

Ghost Of A Smile

D

D

G

D

G

D

G

D

G

You gotta walk that mile Honeychild

D

G

D

G

You gotta walk that mile Honeychild

D

G

Well I'll show you what is hip

D

G

As we walk down Leeson strip

D

G

A

D

And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile

D

G

Just the ghost the ghost of a smile

D

G

Just the ghost the ghost of a smile
You can't take it with you when you go
You can't take it with you when you go
You gotta walk walk that mile
And I'll be with you Honeychild
And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile

D

G

D

G

Don't wait too long don't wait too long

D

G

A

D

Don't wait too long or I'll be gone

D

G

D

G

D

G

A

Don't wait too long don't wait too long
Don't wait too long or I'll be gone

D

G

D

G

The Irish Rover

G

C

On the Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and six

G

D

We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork

G

C

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

G

D

G

For the Grand City Hall in New York

G

D

'Twas an elegant craft, rigged fore and aft

G

C

And oh, how the wild wind drove her

G

Em

C

She could stand a great blast, She had twenty seven masts

G

D

G

And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bone
We had five million hogs, And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole, drunk as a rule
Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord! what a shock
The boat it flipped right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the The Irish Rover

Pair Of Brown Eyes

G

Am

C

One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless

G

C

Am

An old man in the corner sang where the waterlilies grow

G

Am

C

And on the jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love

G

Am

and it's how are you kid

C

G

and whats your name

C

Am

and how would you bloody know
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see

G

Am

C

G

Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me

G

Am

C

G

But when we got back labelled parts one to three

G

Am

C

G

There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

G

Am

C

G

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

C

Am

For a pair of brown eyes

C

D

G

For a pair of brown eyes

C

C

Am

C

C

Am

I looked at him he looked at me all I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang of my elusive dream
I saw the streams the rolling hills where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes that waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze so I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees where the wind was gently laughing

G

Am

C

G

G

Am

C

G

G

Am

C

G

C

Am

C

D

G

C

G

Am7

G

Sayonara

OK, it's time for Sayonara
So long yankee break my heart
Now there's nothing left but sorrow
Even the best friends they must part
I walked into the nearest bar
I sat and gazed across the sea
I wandered lonely on the beach
The waves just whispered misery
She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black
She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black
Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
Ooh she gave me Hong Kong Flu
Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
Put me on a breeze to Katmandu
(Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu)
I got new papers in a bordello
With some luckies and my I.D.
My heart was pounding like a hammer
Thai Thai Thai Thai Thai! I am free
She kissed me softly on the lips
She took my hand without a sound
This was our happy ever after
So motherfucker kiss the ground

Sunnyside Of The Street

Capo II

D

A

D

G

D

A

D

A

D

G

Seen the carnival at Rome

D

G

A

Had the women, I had the booze

D

G

All that I can remember now

D

G

A

Is little kids without no shoes

D

A

So, I saw that train and I got on it

D

G

With a heartful of hate and a lust for vomit

D

A

D

Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay
Tried to make it to the USA
Ended up in Nepal
Up on the roof with nothing at all
And I knew that day
I was going to stay right where I am
On the sunnyside of the street

G

D

Been in a palace, been in a jail

G

D

I just don't want to be reborn a snail

D

A

G

D

Just want to spend eternity right where I am

A

D

On the sunnyside of the street

D

A

As my mother wept it was then I swore

D

G

To take my life as I would a whore

D

A

I know I'm better than before

D

G

I will not be reconstructed
Just want to stay right here

A

D

The sunnyside of the street
The sunnyside of the street
The sunnyside of the street
The sunnyside of the street

Thousands Are Sailing

F#m

E

Bm

A

A

The island it is silent now

D

But the ghosts still haunt the waves

A

F#m

And the torch lights up a famished man

Bm

E

Who fortune could not save

E

A

Did you work upon the railroad

D

Did you rid the streets of crime

A

F#m

Were your dollars from the white house

E

A

Were they from the five and dime

F#m

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you

D

A

And did they still make you cry

F#m

Did you count the months and years

Bm

E

Or did your teardrops quickly dry

A

Ah, No, says he 'twas not to be

D

On a coffin ship I came here

A

F#m

And I never even got so far

E

A

That they could change my mind

F#m

Thousands are still sailing

E

Bm

Across the Western Ocean

F#m

To a land of opportunity

E

Bm

That some of them will never see

F#m

Fortune prevailing

E

Bm

Across the Western Ocean

F#m

Their bellies full
And their spirits free

E

Bm

They'll break the chains of poverty

D

F#m

E

B

D

F#m

E

B

And they'll dance

F#m

Bm

F#m

D

A

E

A

E

A

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favourite bard
Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music And we dance
Thousands are sailing
Across the Western Ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance